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Claudius walks up to the quivering form of Commodus, a small laugh building in him. "Oh how you have fallen. Once the mighty emperor of the Praetorian empire now shakes in front of me, a truly pitiful sight. But a sight I have awaited for oh so long. Do you remember the rulers of old? The tyrants that were so cruelly taken off their throne by your own ancestors? I assume not, you are far too noble to care for such things. But I know of them. I know of their plans. And their blood flows in my veins." Claudius pulls out his mace holding it on his shoulder.

"But as I call you great, I do nothing but lie. For you see. You do not deserve the clothes you wear." At this Claudius pulled a knife and cut into Commodus, slicing the armour from him and throwing it to the woods, digging the dagger deep into him as he cut the straps.

"You do not deserve the weapons you carry." At this Claudius smashed down his hammer unto Commodus' back, breaking his bow in two.

"You do not deserve the titles you carry." Claudius then kicked the great emperor with all his strength, causing him to roll over onto his stomach.

"And at long last, after enjoying so great a privilege I tell you this single fact. You do not deserve the life you have been given." At this final word Claudius struck his mace down upon Commodus' skull, crushing it beneath its steel sides and ending his life in one horrifying strike.